Your dress an island on the floor,
Your kiss I stole but asked for more,
Your lips a letter I never read,
Since you spilled your heart in a liars bed.
Cause this is more than me,
This is more than me,
This is more than me.
Your skin a sheet I tore in two,
My plea a mist your saw right through,
It took four long years to build our trust,
and in one brief act we breathe its' dust.
'Cause this is more than me,
This is more than me,
This is more than me.
And love we sang that crooked verse,
Sweetest gift and greatest curse.
Your song a song in my stolen book,
but you were too scared of what it took,
So I drove the wind that tore the sail,
and I watched the joy within you fail.
Cause this is more than me,
This is more than me,
This is more than me.
Love we sang that crooked verse,
The sweetest gift and greatest curse,
and love we sang the crooked verse,
The sweetest gift and greatest curse.

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